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  • Some people can pinpoint exactly the moment when their lives changed forever.

    For me, it's more a steady drip-drip feed until my cup runneth over. So many moments! Some loud and vying for attention at the time, beating their chests and flashing neon signs saying 'Important! Look at me, write about me!' Others quiet, growing slowly inside you until they were ready to blossom. I am made up of all those moments, even when I have tried to dismiss them.

    All I know is that in the past few weeks, I have become aware that I have undergone a momentuous change. I am not quite sure what triggered it, but I can feel it every day. Gone is my fear, gone is my blindness. I have regained my love of words, of stories, of people and their experiences. I feel nourished by creativity, instead of threatened by it. I am no longer fighting with that old enemy, time. I am bending it to my will, gradually, lovingly.

    It's been a long time in the making, but I am now ready to push the boat out.
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